Meanwhile, Ute’s dizziness and the pain pounding her body were excruciating. She had experienced it before, so there should be no complaints, right? Most importantly, she couldn't give up. Her goal was clear and had to be accomplished. Maybe she failed when trying to finish off Beatrice. But this time, she wouldn't waste the opportunity."Ugh!" Ute gritted her teeth and grabbed her shoulder tightly. Her memory hadn't forgotten the moment she realized someone had stopped her, causing her to collapse to the floor with blood starting to stain the ground. She couldn't redirect her gun towards Beatrice. Jack kicked the gun away before she could react, followed by a punch that made her faint.Her eyes darted around quickly. The stuffy, dark room was barely illuminated by a dim light coming from a gap in the door. Ute forced herself to move, stumbling slightly. She ignored the pain coursing through her body. Her determination to escape the unfamiliar room was strong.Upon reaching the thresh
"Is that all?" Jack asked, wiping the corner of his lip. There was a slight sting, probably from the punch earlier. Damn it! How long had it been since he fought against one of Sam's subordinates? It seemed like he spent most of his time sitting behind a desk, drinking with Eland. Next time, he would make a big complaint to Eland. His sturdy body felt a bit stiff. But no, he wouldn't give up now, especially against Ute.The traitor who shamelessly shattered all the trust within the Twin Dragons. He wouldn't spare her, even if Sam asked Jack to restrain himself. Yeah, Ute was already given a chance to breathe, right? So why was she now pointing her weapon at Beatrice?Did Ute forget how terrifying Sam could be when he was angry?Meanwhile, Ute prepared to strike Jack again. Despite being in pain from Jack's heavy blows, she was ready to continue. "I won't stop before you're dead."Jack burst into laughter, filling the large space. "I feel the same way about you, Ute. For the Twin Drago
Sam wiped the corner of his injured lip, blood staining his palm, though not much. His jaw was slightly stiff, but he didn't care too much. As long as he hadn't defeated this opponent who still looked at him with contempt, Sam wouldn't fall. He would keep pressing until this man was completely destroyed in his hands."Is that all?" Sam asked, stepping closer. The opponent stumbled slightly after the blow he had received earlier. How could he not? Before, Sam had pummeled him as if he didn't allow the man to catch his breath. Continuously. Without pause. Without mercy. And without caring if his opponent was already beaten to a pulp.His anger had reached its peak."Damn it!" Joseph muttered softly, trying to alleviate the throbbing in his head. The heavy blow from Sam had made him a bit dizzy.Hand-to-hand combat was no issue for Joseph, but unfortunately, he overlooked one fact: Sam was a true fighter. He wouldn't let his opponent take a leisurely breath. Although Joseph could have dr
One shot from Sam was directed right at Joseph's head, causing the man to slump lifelessly. Blood splattered, staining the tips of Sam's shoes. Sam pulled a thin grin as a form of release for the death of Joseph Quassano in his hands. He hadn't found true satisfaction yet, but he knew Joseph was not someone to be given a chance.Those in the battle area witnessed how Sam executed and achieved a victory without announcement; the Twin Serpents remained undefeated. This moment was immediately seized upon by all of Sam's subordinates, including Alfred's men, to press their opponents to surrender, throw down their weapons, and submit to defeat.Unlike Bella, Jimmy, and Gerald, who gathered and forced Joseph's men to regroup in one spot, their gazes were focused on each other. They seemed to be giving each other a signal to get as far away from this area as possible. They couldn't stay here any longer. There was no longer any interest, and they didn't want to deal with the police or Alfred
Beatrice's hands were still trembling. She tried her best to rid herself of the turmoil that had yet to leave her heart. How terrible this recent event that had entered her life was. Countless times her intertwined fingers squeezed each other. Sometimes her eyes glanced out the window, seeking solace in the tall pine trees, even if only a little."Mr. Alfred will surely get through this critical period," David said, trying to reassure the girl sitting beside him. Inside the luxurious car owned by the Quassano family, driven by Hugo, they hurried to catch up with the car carrying Alfred.David himself was quite anxious seeing the condition of the Quassano leader. Before his injured body was whisked away in an ambulance, David was entrusted with a message."Please take care of Leora for me, David. You're the person I trust the most. After that, Sam," Alfred chuckled. "What else can I do? I realize that his love for Leora is not something to be taken lightly."David quickly dismissed the
No, Ferdi wasn't angry at Sam's sarcastic remark. It was the truth. He let Sam and his men leave the mansion. He also had leftover work that needed immediate attention, including news that would undoubtedly cause a commotion in the Southern Department tomorrow. Or... today?The Southern Police managed to arrest the mastermind behind the chaos that struck the Twin Dragons' hideout and Flown Discotheque. It was suspected to be a revenge attack involving several parties. Several casualties had been given the best treatment for their injuries. They swiftly apprehended and seized Joseph Quassano's assets, including his shares in Quassano, Ltd.As known to all, Jimmy Lee, Alfred Quassano's replacement, was involved in a money laundering case that harmed the Quassano faction in various sectors. It turned out to be orchestrated by Joseph Quassano himself. The total wealth of Joseph that would be examined in the near future amounted to thirty trillion, along with several monitored assets under
Beatrice smiled widely when she saw that there was still a little bit of lunch left on Alfred's plate. Although it was a bit challenging to persuade the old man to finish his meal, at least his progress was remarkable. His health was also gradually improving. The stab wound in his stomach didn't reach any vital organs. However, it was concerning because of Alfred's age, which had reached seventy."Grandfather is happy that his grandson takes care of this old and feeble self. Not David anymore," Beatrice laughed. She cleared the empty tray to the side table. "In two days, Grandfather will be able to go home. But you mustn't engage in too many activities yet. Mr. David has also informed me about many things. I don't really know what to do.""That's exactly why you should get well soon, Grandfather. You should learn everything about what you possess," Alfred gently stroked Beatrice's head. "You are my granddaughter, the main heir to everything I have, Leora."Beatrice grimaced slightly.
Hugo stared intently at his phone, completely focused on observing the movements of his opponent. Occasionally, his fingers measured the strength and capabilities of the opposing side. Sometimes, he would give instructions to his gaming partner. He sat comfortably in front of Jack's desk, which had returned to its normal state."Hugo," called Eland. "Seriously, you've been playing for two hours and you're still not satisfied?""Shut up. Shut up, Eland. Don't disturb my concentration," Hugo glanced at him cynically, then refocused on his screen. "I'm in the finals, Eland. If I win, I'll treat myself to a 37mm caliber shotgun.""The latest model?" Eland smirked slyly. "A 37mm caliber, huh?""You bastard!" Hugo slammed the table. His eyes glared at Eland with an unpleasant look. "Hold on a moment, Eland. My opponent is crazy good at this game. The latest shotgun, caliber 37. Alright, I'll buy it. I'll win first."Eland chuckled contentedly. "What do you want, Jack? If I win this game, I'